The November moon hangs low in the sky
With nothing but distance between you and I
Earth below me, stars up above
Your name on this stone
My heart breaks with love
My thoughts drift away
With the birds in flight
This grey, cold November
No warmth in sight
As my eyes grow heavy
My thoughts fade away
You are here in my heart
At the end of the day
Poem by: Kathleen Prue
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